The thirteen great immortals of this clan gathered at the highest place of this clan, the Tianming Soul Tower.
"The Prophet has left!"
In the Tianming Soul Tower, the thirteen great saint clan immortals were surrounding each other.
The leader was an old man, with a pale face and a half-saint strength.
"prophet!"
The expressions of the other immortals were slightly complicated.
They know very well what this means.
Decades ago, a young boy climbed a cliff and joined their clan. This man came to claim to be a savior and guide the way forward for their clan.
In fact, this is indeed the case.
In the past few decades, through the fingerprints of this prophet, the Abitata clan has not weakened after the canonization of Emperor Fu, but has become stronger and stronger. Many of the younger generations have frequently made breakthroughs and killed no less than a hundred of the invading ancient geniuses.
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"I have sent a message to the Heavenly Hell Shura, but Tian, Ming Zhan... the twenty-one clan!" The half-saint of the Abitata clan slowly spoke, looking at the remaining twelve people, "In less than half a month, the twenty-one clan will be here!"
The strong men of our clan should gather together with our clan!"
"For decades, the prophet has preached, guided the maze, and benefited our twenty-two tribes. Even if we leave, we should not forget each other."
The deep and thick voice slowly filled the sky in the Wraith Tower.
The thirteen great immortals looked at the center around which they were surrounded, a thin piece of paper that had not been opened.
This is what the prophet left behind, and he once said that it would not be opened until the day he leaves.
The thirteen great immortals looked at each other slowly, and they still remembered the appearance of the prophet when he arrived.
The child's body, which was more than four feet tall, looked at them.
"You said that you stayed up all night traveling through the past and the future to predict misfortunes and fortunes for our clan and repair our inheritance. Who are you!?"
The strong wind was raging, and dozens of strong men in the Hunyuan Realm surrounded the child, looking at the young, gentle, and smiling child.
"Me!? It's just a branch on the tree and a pebble on the mountain!"
They didn't understand what they said in the past, but they don't understand until now.
The prophet who had been revered by them for decades, who predicted good and bad luck for this clan, defended against incoming enemies, and even repaired the inheritance, turned out to be just another person.
When the child transformed into a soul and returned to the place between the eyebrows of the man in white, only the creatures of their clan knew how shocking it was.
Just one soul can do this. Enze twenty-two underworld clans, who is the man in white?
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Ten days later, the twenty-two strong men almost gathered in one place.
"Taxiaoluo, what did you say? The prophet left, is this true!?"
A half-saint with six arms, eyes like blood, and evil aura blooming all over his body, stared at the strong man of the Abitata clan.
Not only him, but the remaining twenty-one Netherland clans all had solemn expressions on their faces, their eyes focused on the old man.
The old man has a burly body, but there are twenty-one semi-saint eyes focused on him.
"Nature is true, why should I deceive you?"
"Your Majesty the Prophet has shown great kindness to all of our twenty-two clans. He can come and go with ease, and no one other than my clan can restrain them!"
Ta Xiaoluo's voice was thick, and he looked at the other twenty-one clansmen.
Immediately, the touch of control in his palm appeared in front of the other powerful men of the big clan.
"Lord Prophet, staying up all night, past and future, is what the Lord Prophet left behind in the past, and you all should know it too!"
"This thin piece of paper carries the words of the prophet to the twenty-two tribes like us."
"This is why you have gathered here today!"
Ta Xiaoluo's hands suddenly condensed secrets. In his palms, there was not any kind of immortal secrets in the underworld, but a gray mark, exuding the aura of immortality.
Immediately, the seal fell on the piece of paper.
Under the gaze of many people, the piece of paper suddenly changed, shining brightly, and from it, a child's figure slowly walked out.
"Lord Prophet!"
Everyone present looked at the child's body with respect on their faces.
The child had a faint smile on his face and didn't look at anyone present. His eyes were long and thin, and his thin lips opened slowly.
"Qing Emperor, Qin Changqing!"
Just five words came out of the child's mouth, neither urgent nor slow, but it made the twenty-two powerful men all raise their heads with astonishment on their faces.
They looked at the figure that was gradually disappearing between heaven and earth, and there was confusion in everyone's eyes.
He seemed confused as to what Qing Emperor and Qin Changqing meant.
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In the underworld, Qin Xuan Zhenyi holds Hong Yi by the hand.
There was a faint smile on the corner of his mouth, and he said to himself: "It's unnecessary, but in just a few decades, it is within my expectation to be able to cultivate from one soul to Hunyuan, and to be more faintly favored by these twenty-two clans!"
"The sixth soul even killed more than 70,000 ancient creatures to prevent a part of the underworld from being massacred."
He looked leisurely at the heaven and earth in the distance, "I wonder if the other five souls can follow the thoughts I have left."
"I will be outside, and I will not accept your orders. Even if I fail to act according to my wishes, it is just common sense."
In the sea of consciousness, the sixth soul snorted coldly. He glared at the first soul fiercely, "Look at the good things you have done. You have left him, why not start your own business!"
The child smiled and said: "Self-established? Do you think everyone is as stupid as you? You and I are him, and we will be one with him. Sooner or later, we will return to the Qing Emperor. If we set up our own, we will lose our three souls and six souls."
The soul is wandering."
"We relied on the memory of our previous life to reach this point. If we were independent, even if he didn't come to look for us, we wouldn't be able to become saints, let alone the emperor."
His face was full of evil thoughts, and he had a vague desire to take action, wishing to smash that hateful smiling face into pieces.
Before he could move, suddenly, the Qingdi Palace in the Consciousness Sea shook slightly.
"Damn it!"
The sixth soul roared angrily, and immediately, three figures appeared, controlling the Qingdi Palace, suppressing it.
Qin Xuan showed a faint smile, "It's really too stupid. I really don't want to admit that this sixth soul would be suppressed into nothingness if it were his enemy!"
Within the sea of consciousness, evil thoughts roared, but they were suppressed by His Highness the Qing Emperor, unable to move at all.
With the three souls controlling the Qingdi Palace, and Qin Xuan's constraints on the sixth soul, the sixth soul was almost powerless to resist.
At this moment, the Five Elements Mysterious Wings behind Qin Xuan shook slightly.
Ahead, endless strong winds swept in.
"Brother Changqing!"
Qin Hongyi looked forward, her face suddenly turned pale.
I saw that in front of me, the sky and the sky were shattering, and the earth was devastated.
There are more figures, extremely tyrannical, looking around. Some of these people contain the aura of the ancient ban, which is already very faint, but they can still be identified.
Some of them are the geniuses of some of the great underworld clans in this world.
After running around for ten days, Qin Xuan had already entered the depths of another realm.
And this place, in this area, has become even more famous in recent decades.